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The King of the Universe lives two floors down from my bedroom. I can go talk to Him at any time, share with Him joys and sorrows, or simply be with Him.

Meaning suddenly appears, and I wonder how I missed it for so long. The chaos becomes ordered, and the light shines in the darkness.

As a seminary sacristan, I imagine serving the Lord as his friend.

Loving one's neighbor is not a Christian extracurricular; it must be integrated with a sacramental life.

It is not the memory itself which I desire, but the infinite beauty to which it points.

The work we do Monday through Saturday is fulfilled in Sunday's worship, when we are reminded of the Third Commandment's purpose.

St. John Paul II set no condition on his surrender, and there was no ceiling on his sanctity.

From the time of torch-lit Masses in Roman catacombs, these candles have set aflame the hearts of the faithful.

St. Therese and the title deed to an eternal inheritance.

A trip to the vineyard leads to reflection: what belongs in the burn pile?

This French culinary term isn't just for carrot cake; it orders my life at seminary too.

Conquering a mountain trail last Saturday afternoon led us closer to our Mother.

I wanted to do so many things freshman year. Three years on, I haven't done any of them—and that's a good thing.

These ten days at St. John Paul II, there's been an excitement in my heart—a feeling I never felt outside the seminary.

Last month, I was sitting in a university classroom in Rome, studying theology alongside students from all over the world. Now, I’ve completed a two-week self-quarantine in the D.C. area and moved into a parish. By now, every American seminarian studying in Rome has returned to America. What do we make of this?

Down 4-0 with only a 15 minute half remaining in the last soccer game before spring break. Disheartened at our poor performance--hope felt lost. However, come the end of the second half, the seminarians came out on top with a 5-4 win. An incredible comeback inspired by a few simple words at halftime. One can view this as luck or as a lesson for our spiritual lives.

Now that we have returned, here are some photos that round out our experience!

“Never forget,” Fr. Kevin Regan exhorted us at 6:30am Mass in Jamaica before heading to the airport. Our St. John Paul II Seminary vice-rector reminded us of that bumper sticker, popular after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in 2001, so that we may fight for our memories of the Mustard Seed mission trip that concluded yesterday. In the coming weeks and months, we’ll need this lesson. 

Stepping onto Jamaican soul for the first time after 30 years, I was filled with anxiety and excitement. After a few days talking to my Jamaican brothers and sisters, it was like I had never left. I learned about their many sufferings to meet basic needs and why people must often revert to crime. However, I sensed fertile grounds for the message of the gospel to change their lives.

We wanted to upload a few photos from our time here so far! These pictures are few and small as we have a limited internet connection during our trip. But we wanted to get as much to you as we could in real-time.